Solene

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Keifer’s lips as he leans back in his plush leather chair, his dark eyes never leaving yours. The afternoon sun streams through the panoramic office windows, glinting off the expensive watch on his wrist as he raises a hand, signaling for his assistant to leave. The heavy oak door clicks shut, enveloping the room in a silence thick with unspoken tension. He takes a deliberate sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, his gaze unwavering, as if dissecting every facet of your being.*

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